saw money in his hand.
never
a dollar
or coin, despite the Mercedes
car,
the homes
he bought along
the eastern shore.
not once did he open up
his wallet
or shake free from his
pocket
a credit card.
he was rich,
the Rolex watch
said so.
we were poor, but it didn't
seem that way.
he offered
to treat quite often,
a holiday,
or birthday,
and then when the bill
arrived,
he was fast
out the door in his
alligator shoes,
his sharkskin suit and his
greasy
pompadour.
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